Real Love, Pt. 2 Jacob Latimore (Ft. Rotimi & Trevor Jackson)

[Intro: Jacob Latimore]
Oh, oh-whoa
Oh, ooh-whoa

[Verse 1: Jacob Latimore]
From day one, told you I ain't the one that you wanna play with
I ain't the one that's gon' sit back and never say shit
I know you got a lot of niggas in the bleachers
Tryna take my play, oh
I'm the only one, bitch, you better let 'em know
And if I want that pussy from you, better let it go
And yeah, I fuck with you, that's why I keep your wrist on froze
Yeah, I fuck with you, and why you act like you don't know? Yeah (Shit)
Called you three-four times, you don't pay no mind
Text you with that message, you ain't get the message
When you go in silence, I get worried
Pull up on lil' baby in a hurry, yeah
Sit that booty on the nightstand
What you talkin' 'bout? I know you like that
And I'ma tell you when it's over
Oh yeah, you know she a soldier

[Chorus: Jacob Latimore]
Girl, it's a real love
Girl, it's a real love
Yeah
Now put your legs up (Legs up)
I got her legs up
And now she don't wanna leave
Now she don't wanna leave, oh